Relish this ever-increased moment of incredibly despondent atrophy – paralysed sliding-doors happenings, namely: Whenever where-in /handsomeness, charm and one miraculous man gets its carefree comeuppance, indeed. “PEN me in, for I WILL WIN!!” Says he.

Slipping deeper, d-e-e-p-e-r,
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st-ILL, and all awhile this semi-automotive frown gets met with upside-down smiles … ‘til presses itself gently against …

These psychological abseil nearer STILL :the centre of his ricochetting brain
One way … … Or a million, maybe? Born to be brilliant, only multiplied by a billion people’s fallen and failed dreams …